tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58359522570894229252011-04-21T19:12:03.774-07:00Tales of life and loves...Bula Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366471732108654678noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835952257089422925.post-62725864775050733162007-02-13T03:46:00.000-08:002007-02-13T21:46:05.403-08:00I arrived back home after my Fiji holiday, leaving my Fijian boyfriend to return to his job there. I promptly booked in to see a spiritual advisor. I just had to tell someone about the mud fight, who was not emotionally biased towards me (ie. friends/sister/mum) and is slightly more intuitive. Not to mention the clairvoyant is an American guy and the same starsign as me so I like his style. (He's also got the sun and moon in Cancer so he's pretty sensitive and intuitive.) I quickly blurted out the whole mud scene story and his advice was, "When he's with you, you should have his undivided attention. He shouldn't be looking around to see if he can find something better!" Good advice don't you think?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5835952257089422925-6272586477505073316?l=bulagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bula Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366471732108654678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835952257089422925.post-5455983113470433072007-02-13T03:16:00.000-08:002007-02-13T17:37:22.828-08:00I'll never forget the morning we went to the Fiji hot springs for the first time... Things were going fine with my Fijian boyfriend. We were having a laugh and enjoying each other's company. That was until two tourists joined us in the mud pool. We had hopped into the warm waters of the mud pool to wash off all the mud which had been left to dry on our skin. My boyfriend and I were washing off the mud in the pool when I noticed two tourists approaching our mud pool. A young girl and her mother. They were covered up and when they reached the mud pool promptly began stripping off their clothes. Well as soon as they got into the water my boyfriend yelled out "Bula!" so they saw him and said hello. As they were stripping off, he seemed mesmerized and couldn't stop staring at them. The young girl was slim, pale, blonde, not particularly busty, tall or gorgeous but with her mid-blue skimpy bikini and her slim figure plus a tattoo just above her ass, I guess he couldn't resist. Her mum was much older obviously and wearing a bikini but more plumpish. To cut a long story short the girl kept looking over at my boyfriend and he couldn't stop staring. He didn't even turn around to face me, which is the least he could have done. I had to say to him, "You're staring!" Anyway I hurried us to get out of there as soon as possible. Don't get me wrong, I'm no ugly betty. So that's what annoyed me even more. Anyway we had a big fight and I wasn't speaking to him the rest of the day. He just denied that he was staring. Hellooo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5835952257089422925-545598311347043307?l=bulagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bula Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366471732108654678noreply@blogger.com0